A Brief Second of Comfort
Elbows is sitting in the armchair across from me for the first time in a very long time. Glassy is sitting at the other end of the couch, eyefucking his phone. For a second, it almost feels normal. Then she gets a text.
"Fingers will be over soon," she say in her fake British accent. I'm beginning to think we use it to say things we mean, but don't want to sound serious.
"Great," I say. Immediately start shifting in my seat. I can feel the cloud darken over my brow. Everything about the living room is suddenly uncomfortable.
"Hey, don't be go being shitty to me all of a sudden," she says. Rob's moving around the dining room. I lean a few inches toward Elbows like I'm going to confide in her, but I do not adjust my volume. "Hey, I'm not the one still married to her." And then I start laughing. I didn't say it in my British accent.
"Fuck you, _______. In the butt." She used my real name.
"If that's what it would take to set you free, bring him on." We laugh.
I pace around the living room for the remainder of the time I have. Elbows doesn't mention it. The door opens just as I'm mid-sentence with nonsense, so I just mumble, "Well, see y'all."
I stand in the bathroom and bite my lip while I try to pee one last time before I go to bed. I can feel the anger inside of me. I finally relaxed enough to take care of the business at hand, and retired to my room where I sit and brood.